Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the visionary English poet, captivated readers with his lyrical verse and imaginative flights of fancy. From his enchanting ballads to his philosophical musings, Coleridge's literary contributions continue to enchant and inspire, enriching the tapestry of English literature with his profound insights and poetic brilliance.
"Yea, slimy things did crawl with legsUpon the slimy sea."
"General principles... are to the facts as the root and sap of a tree are to its leaves."
"Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor any drop to drink."
"Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process."
"Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony."
"There are four kinds of readers. The first is like the hourglass; and their reading being as the sand, it runs in and runs out, and leaves not a vestige behind. A second is like the sponge, which imbibes everything, and returns it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtier. A third is like a jelly bag, allowing all that is pure to pass away, and retaining only the refuse and dregs. And the fourth is like the slaves in the diamond mines of Golconda, who, casting aside all that is worthless, retain only pure gems."
"He was, as every truly great poet has ever been, a good man; but finding it impossible to realize his own aspirations, either in religion or politics, or society, he gave up his heart to the living spirit and light within him, and avenged himself on the world by enriching it with this record of his own transcendental ideal."
"For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim,and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars.But thou, my babe! Shalt wander like a breezeBy lakes and sandy shores, beneath the cragsOf ancient mountains, and beneath the clouds,Which image in their bulk both lakes and shoresAnd mountain crags: so shall thou see and hearThe lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy GodUtters, who from eternity doth teachHimself in all, and al things in himselfGreat universal teacher! He shall moldThy spirit and by giving , make it ask."
"To be loved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed."
"Prose: words in their best order, poetry: the best words in the best order."
"Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole."
"But I do not doubt that it is beneficial sometimes to contemplate in the mind, as in a picture, the image of a grander and better world; for if the mind grows used to the trivia of daily life, it may dwindle too much and decline altogether into worthless thoughts."
"He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all."
"An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die."
"Reviewers are usually people who would have been, poets, historians, biographer, if they could. They have tried their talents at one thing or another and have failed; therefore they turn critic."
"Men, I still think, ought to be weighed, not counted. Their worth ought to be the final estimate of their value."
"A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Examine nature accurately, but write from recollection, and trust more to the imagination than the memory."
"All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness."
"The three great ends which a statesman ought to propose to himself in the government of a nation, are one, Security to possessors; two, facility to acquirers; and three, hope to all."
"On Pilgrim's Progress: 'I could not have believed beforehand that Calvinism could be painted in such exquisitely delightful colors."
"Praises of the unworthy are felt by ardent minds as robberies of the deserving."